Hey everyone. I am somewhat new to this whole diary thing, so to start out, my name is Olive Jones. Yeah I know, Olive is an odd name. But here’s how it happened. The day I was born, my parents (Judith and Tim) hadn’t thought of a name for me yet. Such nice parents *sarcastic*, I know. Anyways, they looked at me, and mom said “Oh honey, look at those olive eyes, aren’t they precious.” So that’s my name’s origin, my precious olive-colored eyes. I was born on May 24, 1981 in a gas station, right next to the slushy machine. Guess what they didn’t sell for weeks. LOL. Ok, so far my parents had me in a gas station, didn’t have a name picked out, and did I mention they thought I was going to be a girl. Now a little physical features. I have midnight black hair. I am a little stocky around the tummy area. I have olive eyes, a little stubble, and a small scar under my right eyelid from where a neighbor’s guinea pig attacked me when I was 7. Every day I get up at 5 am, clean up, eat my usual breakfast of a smoothie and a salted pretzel, and head to college. I am studying to be an architect, but until then it’s just a part-time job as a counter attendant at the local 10 cinema multiplex. It’s not that bad if you think about it. Except for the time crazy old Mrs. Caldwell lost her ticket. How she lost it walking from the ticket desk to the snack counter 10 feet away, I don’t know. PS, if you’re wondering what happened to Mr. Caldwell, he had an “accident”. Anyways when I tried to help her, I arrived home with popcorn in places that popcorn should never be.
Well, gotta run. I have to get to work. Let’s just hope Mrs. Caldwell doesn’t want to see a movie tonight. Then again I do need something else to write about.
Later you find out that he was teased for having a girl’s name

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